25 June 2007

I am leaving today to go to Fishkill, NY (no, really), for a lameassboringwaste of my time fascinating training session in Leadership and Development. I will be incommunicado until Wednesday. The Socks That Rock are coming along with me to keep me company. I don't plan on starting a big argument about whether or not it's rude to knit in meetings; please trust that if people expect me to retain information, and they're just talking at me, I need to be doing something with my hands. This way, I get a pair of socks, and some of the needlessboringuseless wonderful information that they wish to impart to me.

3 comments:

Fishkill is a lovely place.Last year, the Albany Symphony performed a piece by a modern French/American composer who made Fishkill her chosen home, and she dedicated the piece to the place. We have a lot of Dutch names around here, and we also have a Lishakill, Kaaterskill (further down in the CatsKILL mountains). We think nothing of it...I think it means "stream", but I am not entirely sure.

What fun, what fun!

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